When we hear those words, an old, old, memory is stirred and brought back to life. The memory is our absolute, undeniable, and irrevocable kinship with the wild feminine, a relationship which may have become ghostly from neglect, abuse, over-domestication, outlawed by the surrounding culture, or no longer understood anymore. We may have forgotten her names, we may not answer her when she calls ours, but in our bones we know her, we yearn for her, we know she belongs to us and we to her. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD author of “Women Who Run With The Wolves”